Good Vibrations Magazine

Bad, bad, bad. This whole scenario was bad. Not to mention borderline illegal. Serendipity leaned against her truck; arms folded, staring at the “child” who sat slouched in front of her on the sidewalk. Well, maybe not technically illegal — she was, after all, still within hearing distance of her two kids slumbering inside the house. CPS probably wouldn’t come pounding on her door, charging her with neglect just yet — but still — this was wrong. “You’re gonna get in trouble!” Sera could imagine her eight-year-old with her singsong voice, wagging a reprimanding finger at her. Not that she’d ever know that her mother had deserted her and her sister in order to follow some reprobate out of their warm, safe house into the freezing California night. Sera hoped her daughter stayed asleep — that no nagging dream caused her to stir and call out, needing her Mommy — her mommy who wouldn’t come because, instead of taking care of her children, she was out here, with this… this person and his skateboard and his overwhelming need for her to care about his “issues”!

Sera wanted to be asleep. She wanted to be snuggled into her bed with its silky green sheets and extra fluffy comforter, fighting the cats for pillow space. She did not want to be standing out here on the curb with some tortured, half-witted “twelve-year-old” who thought nothing of appearing on her doorstep at 12-freaking-15-am in the goddamn morning. Well, at least he had enough sense to not ring the bell. Christ, she still thought he had some sort of catburglar mentality though, with his incessant tiny tappings on her window. Sera glared at the young man. He was not really twelve years old… more like twenty-three or twenty-four; the younger brother of an old friend who she’d not seen in years.

Sera remembered hanging out with his sister when they were both fourteen; hiding in the tree house, pulling up the ladder so “little Johnny” couldn’t follow them. She remembered him standing there at the base of the tree, his six-year-old, tear-streaked face a mask of frustration as he begged them to let him play with them. They’d just giggled, huddling further back into the shadows of the fortress so he couldn’t see them. Eventually, the little brat got tired and wandered off to find someone else he could torture. And now, here he was. Eighteen years later. Still a pest (a good-looking pest). Still looking for someone to play with. Sera studied the crouching form in front of her.

He looked like a freaking rock-star punk, with his baggy long-sleeved shirt, too-big jeans slipping down his skinny hips, and knit cap pulled down low in a futile attempt to hide his gooey-chocolate brown eyes. His pretty boy features were set in a scowl as he continued to pout about the fact that Sera wasn’t taking his side in the most recent altercation he had going on with his pink-haired girlfriend, April. Truth be told, Sera couldn’t care less. She stared down at him, exasperated, racking her brain trying to figure out how it was exactly that she came to be the one this “juvenile” ran to whenever he needed to “talk.”

She tried again. “You know,” she began “I really couldn’t care less… ” and watched as his morose, put-upon expression deepened, then, just as suddenly, shifted into a certain type of puckish interest that, at least for Sera, spelled trouble. “Oh no!” Sera uncrossed her arms and took a step back. The body of the truck prevented her from moving farther as Johnny leapt to his feet and pressed his beautiful, skater-boy body against her. Sera pushed at him. “Stop! I’m not out here for that. You said you wanted to talk.” Her tormentor grinned at her, catching her hands in his, smoothing her fingers, and flattening her ass against the door of the truck.

“But you just said you didn’t…” Johnny hot breath darted past her ear, slithering down her neck. Sera turned her head, attempting to evade his sweet mouth, which was nibbling along her jaw. She pulled back, trying to free her hand, which he released but only so he could run his own up under her T-shirt and over her breast.

“Cut it out!” Sera hoped she sounded more convincing than she felt. Johnny’s hand was tracing a line around her areola, stopping every now and again to squeeze her nipple then expand to cup her entire breast. The other hand was exploring the flesh at the top of her pajama bottoms. Sera was cold. She wasn’t sure how this person had managed to lure her out here into the sub-zero weather or even how he was convincing her to stay but she needed to set everything straight right this second, or else…

The hand skirted the elastic band of her panties and slid down to cup her ass. His finger traced along the join of her thighs, pausing to dip into her soaking pussy lips and up (just barely) into her waiting tunnel. In spite of herself, Sera felt her legs part to give him easier access. The boy grinned as another finger joined the first.

“Foreplay…?” she asked.

“Overrated,” Johnny growled into her ear, pressing her harder against the cold red, metal; his fingers pushing further up into her moist tunnel. Sera spread her legs further to accommodate the fingers then gasped as he shoved even more of them in. In theory, she was really against this whole thing, but her body wasn’t listening as her hips ground and bucked against Johnny’s hand, her torso arched up to meet his tongue and lips and teeth.

“Ready to get fucked?” Johnny asked, pausing to bite her earlobe then snaking his hot tongue around the inside of the canal. Before she could answer, he pulled his hand out of her cunt, turned her around and kicked her feet farther apart. One hand rested on the small of her back, holding her against the hood of the truck while the other pulled her panties away from her dripping crack. He paused a moment to admire the view, running an appreciative hand over her raised ass before slipping a finger back inside-widening the channel. He pulled his cock out of his jeans and without another word buried its length as deeply as he could into Serendipity’s glistening warmth.

Sera moaned. Involuntary spasms caused her cunt to quickly close around his shaft. She pushed back against him, wanting him deeper inside her. Johnny began to move, swinging his hips smoothly back and forth, the length of his cock shunting in and out of her. Sera felt her eyes roll back in her head, her breathing became labored, she gasped and moaned. As Johnny changed tempo, speeding up his driving thrusts, competing thoughts meandered through Sera’s brain. On the one hand she knew this was bad and wrong and yet, on the other, she knew that if Johnny stopped what he was doing right now, she — would — die …

His dick buried deep inside her, Johnny stopped moving. Sera glanced back at him, surprised. Her mind attempted to use the intermission to remind her body that this was bad, while her traitorous butt wiggled forlornly against his hips and belly.

“Not tight enough” he complained, withdrawing completely. Sera straightened up, offended.

“Fuck you!” she countered, pushing her hair off her face. Johnny swung her around to face him once more. He grinned at her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close. Pushing his leg between hers he worked her now protesting limbs apart. His tongue played over her lips, prodding her mouth, forcing it open, licking and biting at her lips and chin. Sera felt his hands parting her pussy lips, the head of his cock once again pushing up inside. The welcoming sensations that burst from her nether regions to radiate throughout her body were incredible. A little too incredible. Sera pushed him away slightly, frowning. “What about April?” she demanded.

“She’s mad at me,” Johnny replied through gritted teeth, eyes closed, head back feeling the intensity of his release building up inside him.

“Why?”

“She thinks I’m cheating on her.”

Sera snorted. “Asshole!” she screamed inwardly. She seriously considered issuing some sort of half lecturing/half scathing reply but realized she was really not in the kind of “power” position where she would be “heard” by this young man, plus the friction from Johnny’s cock as it pistoned in and out of her slippery cunt was too much for her to ignore. She settled for “You’re an ass!” then gave way to the shuddering orgasm that shook her body. “Tomorrow,” she thought, as the waves crashed over her a second time, then a third. “Tomorrow, I will straighten all of this out.”